Painting with David

David was born and lived by inertia. I have never met a person who would not strive for anything and want nothing as much as he did. He didn't care what to eat, where to sleep, with whom to live, he didn't care what to earn. In the evenings, he just sat and stared at one point, did not pray and did not dream, did not remember the past and did not plan the next day. Even as a ghost, David was different from everyone else, because the rest had something to do with the hospital, and he just didn’t go anywhere after his death in extreme old age, because he didn’t even notice that he had died